#zack sabre jr x reader

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AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

Summary: AEW Wrestlers (Ft. Zack Sabre Jr and Nic Nemeth) reactions to finding out you are pregnant

Wrestlers mentioned: Kenny Omega, Nick Jackson, Matt Jackson, Jay White, Zack Sabre Jr, Nic Nemeth and Samoa Joe

Part 1 Part 2 Main Masterlist

Kenny Omega

It wasn't a secret that Kenny didn't want kids

He didn't even want a long term relationship as he claimed he wanted to be 100% focused on wrestling.

That was until he met you, he was instanly headover heels in love with you. Yet his opinion on children never changed

When you found out you were pregnant you were terrfied

You didn't know how Kenny would react to the news.

When you told him he broke out in tears.

Deep down inside he always wanted to be a dad

Kenny would not leave you side during your whole pregnancy

He would talk to your growing bump and fall asleep listing to the baby's heart beat

Kenny is such a girl dad, he would be the best father

Of course his daughter would come out with Kenny's gorgous curls

Nick Jackson

When Nick found out you were pregnant he was in pure shock

The two of you always wanted children but it never seemed to work out

When you unexpectedly found out when you were pregnant you coudn't wait to tell Nick, knowing how happy he would be

Nick would be all over you during your pregnancy

He would'nt let you lift a finger, he would take such good care of you. He's such a sweetheart!

He would be a great father

Matt Jackson

When Matt thought you were messing with him when you told him you were pregant. He thought you were playing a joke, although there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

Not because you were pregnant but because you were just pregnant a few months ago. He was more confused on how you were already pregnant again.

Matt would definitely keep you locked away at home constany pregnant. I know he only has two kids but I know he definitely wanted like six.

He would show you off, he was so proud of creating a life with you

He would deffinitly brag about how he got you pregnant

Jay White

You stood looking at the pregnancy test in shock

You couldn't believe you were pregant, you were so young

Jay had just taken over bullet club, this was no time to be having a child

Jay had to find out the hard way that you were pregant because you thought it would be easier to hide it from him

When you confessed you were pregnant he was shocked on why you were so upset about it.

He thought it was a great thing that you were pregnant

Although young Jay (Jay without the beard) was not the best father he sure did try his best.

He loved playing with his son, the two of them were best friends and looked identical

You practically cloned your boyfriend

Zack Sabre Jr

When Zack found out you were pregnant he was confused, almost like he wasn't sure how the two of you could have possibly made a baby when he damm well knew how you made a baby.

Zack would be the paranoid dad

He would read every parenting book to make sure he was doind everything right

He would love that child to death and protect the hell out of them

At times it was like Zack was also pregnant because he swore he was getting your pregnancy symtoms

He would get you whatever you were craving at whatever time

Sometimes he would judge your weird food combinations

Zack is the dad who would be holding three cameras all at diffrent angles to get the perfect shot of your kids christmas concert

He would play with your kid for hours outside and whever you went out it was like he was preparing for a zombie apocalypse

The man carried everyting needed to preform open heart sugery on him at all times, it was almost concerining

Nic Nemeth

Nic always wanted to be a father but he accepted early on it just simply wasn't going to happen

Relationships just never seemed to work out for him, that was until he ran into you one day. And I mean ran into you. Nic had physically run into you at a show one day.

From the moment he saw you he fell in love, you were the girl of his dreams and he knew he couldn't mess this relationship up

For once Nic felt like thing would work out for him

When you told him you were pregnant it was the best day of his life

He coudn't wait to be a father! The thought of being a older dad never bothred Nic, he was just happy he could finally do the one thing he wanted most

He would build you a beautiful nursary and love that child so much

Samoa Joe

You just know Joe would be a massive teddy bear

He would take such good care of you and your baby

If someone even dared to look in your direction he would go into attack mode, he was exteemly overprotective in the best way possible

Joe would cater to your every need, going to get everything you were craving. Even if it was in the middle of the night.

Joe would be sympathetic during your pregnancy

He would probbaly eat all of your cravings with you so you didn't feel alone

He would confort you during all of your emotional outbirsts and show you so much love

This man's love language is acts of service and physical touch to you know he won't let you lift a finger during your pregnancy

[inastrangerskiss]

minding manners

Zack Sabre Jr x Reader

content warning: zack acting pissy but what else is new

summary: zack gets injured and you're tasked with trying to make him feel better.

He stood with his arm raised but you knew by the way his foot hovered off the ground, something was wrong with his leg. It had been a hard fought battle, and he had indeed come out on top but, after one dragon screw too many, he was looking worse for wear. He grimaced as his hand was lowered and he brought himself back to the mat. He sat for a moment and ducked his head between his legs before raising his eyes back up and looking directly at you.

You and Zack had never had a good relationship. You thought he was cocky and he thought you were standoffish. You simply couldn’t be in the same room as him for more than two minutes before he would chirp something at you and you would bite right back and it would devolve into an exhausting passive aggressive war of words. 

But, despite your rocky relationship, you knew Zack well.

And, in that moment, you knew he wasn’t leaving the ring alone.

With just a bit of help you draped his arm around your neck and guided him backstage. He breathed heavily against you, leaning his weight on your shoulder. 

And that was how you ended up with him laid on his stomach on your exam table, propped up by his elbows, his head tucked to his chest as you dug your fingers into his hamstring. With every attempt to feel the muscle and identify the issue and potentially massage out any aches and pains, he would shift and move and try to escape your grasp.

“Stop squirming.” You ordered.

“You’re killing me.” He grumbled.

“I’ll be done in a second.”

“You could have been done ten minutes ago and it would’ve been thirty minutes too late.”

“You’re the one who needed me to get you back here.” You reminded him. “I hardly think you have room to complain right now.”

Zack scoffed. “I did not need you.”

A smirk spread across your face and, although he couldn’t see it, you knew he could feel it in the air.

“So you’re telling me you could’ve walked back here yourself?” You asked. “Did you just want me to carry you back here because you like hanging out with me?”

Zack’s head did it’s best to look over his shoulder, shooting you at least a thousand daggers through the corners of his eyes.

“No.” He spoke plainly. “My leg hurt. I’m fine now.”

“Because I’ve made it better, right? So you can walk out of here on your own now?” You gave him a gentle pat on the lower back. “Go on, then.”

Zack moved as though he were about to get up, as though he were truly about to commit to his word. And, as quickly as he had shifted just a bit, he shifted back, laying his head against his arms. 

“You’re awful.” He muttered into his hands.

You rolled your eyes but went back to the task at hand. Zack was silent for a while but continued to flinch as you worked through his potential injury. 

“You know this would hurt less if you didn’t move so much.” You chided, softly.

“This would hurt less if you didn’t have it out for me.” He grumbled.

“Maybe if you were nicer.” 

“Maybe if you were gentler.”

There was no getting through to him. No matter how hard you tried it always seemed like he had a problem with everything you did, even as you tried to make him feel better. It was rare that he found himself on your table and you had always assumed that maybe if you did make him feel better he might go easier on you. 

But, clearly, that was hardly the case.

And you weren’t sure why that bothered you so much.

You slowed your movements and bent his leg just enough before bending it back so it was laying flat. You continued this motion as he stared at the wall. 

“How’s that?” You asked. “Still hurt?”

He repeated the motion, reaching his hand back to assess the current state of the muscle.

“Feels better.” He murmured. 

Slowly, he moved to get off the table, finding his way to his feet. 

“You strained it but I don’t think it’ll be a problem going forward. Not at least with a few days rest.”

“Mhm.”

Zack tentatively put weight on the limb, limping at first before finding he could, in fact, walk normally. He began heading to the door, barely sparing a glance in your direction.

“A ‘thank you’ would be nice.” You chirped, your arms crossed over your chest.

Without turning around, he let out a loud sigh, dropping his shoulders in defeat. Slowly, he turned, frustration written over his brow.

“You really need that from me?” He asked.

“It’s just polite.”

“Sorry. Thank you.” He exhaled, the kindness clearly disingenuous.

The spark to your fuse finally reached its end as you felt your head begin to explode.

“What in the world is your problem?”

“My problem?” He retorted, eyes wide.

“Yes! I’ve made you feel better and you can barely manage an ounce of kindness?”

“After putting me through hell!”

“But it helped, didn’t it?!”

Zack was rendered speechless, his mouth gaping open as he desperately tried to find the words to justify his attitude. You beat him to the punch before he could succeed in stringing together a sentence.

“See! You don’t even know why you’re such an ass.”

“I’m an ass? You’ve been smug the entire time! You were probably waiting for this day!”

“It’s my job, Zack! It’s literally my job to wait for you to get injured-”

“You don’t have to be smug about it though!”

You scrubbed your hands over your face, feeling like you were running in circles. Nothing you said would break his cold exterior. 

And the look on his face told you he wasn’t backing down.

“Tell me,” You finally spoke. “What is your issue with me?”

“I don’t have a problem with you!”

“Clearly, you do! You hate me!”

Zack’s eyes went wide at your statement and a strange anxiety crept into you. You weren’t sure why he suddenly looked as though he were being strangled by an invisible force but it certainly wasn't the reaction you had expected when you opened your mouth.

“I don’t hate you!” He exclaimed.

“Yes you do! Admit it!”

“I don’t-”

“Christ alive, I’ll still fix you when you’re broken. Just do me the favor of being honest!”

The words had hardly slipped past your lips when Zack’s voice drowned yours out.

“I don’t hate you! I like you! A lot!” He yelled quickly, almost faster than you could comprehend. “But, right now, I’m really starting to loathe you.”

The final sentence was spoken as though it were an afterthought, his breath weighing heavy with each word.

All you could manage to do was stand still, replaying the words over and over in your head until they all but lost meaning. 

“You don’t like me, Zack. You’re just being an asshole now.” 

Your words came out slowly, almost cautious that he might change his mind. As you stood in his deer in the headlights gaze, a slow trickle of electricity rippled down your spine. You felt nervous and you couldn’t quite gauge why.

“You have been the bane of my existence since you started here because I can’t think straight when you walk into a room. You’re kind and you’re sweet to everyone but me and it makes me crazy. I spend every day just wondering if I’ll see you and it’s disappointing when I don’t. Of course I like you. Now can I please go?”

You ignored his plea for release, shaking your head. “If you like me, why are you such a dick to me?”

“Because you act like a dick to me!”

As you stood, unmoving across from Zack, you thought back on all of the insults you had tossed in his direction over the years. They had never been unprovoked but they hadn’t exactly been nice. The longer you thought the longer you realized that maybe you didn’t actually hate him all that much. 

“I only act like a dick because that’s how you treat me!” You fought back.

“So if I was nice to you, you’d be nice to me?” Zack asked, a raised brow and softened demeanor complementing the question. 

“Yes!”

“Really?” His tone dropped, as though he were caught off guard. 

“Really.” You nodded. “I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t?”

“No. In fact, I like you too. Like, a lot.”

Zack nodded slowly, his eyes searching the ground as he tried to figure out his next steps. After what felt like a century, he looked up to you tentatively.

“Right. Well, glad we figured that out together. Bloody, gave me a headache, though.”

His hand raked through his short blonde hair, a heavy sigh falling free of his lips.

“Do you want my help?” You asked.

A curious smile spread across his cheeks. He shook his head while softly chuckling. 

“I’m afraid you’ll only make it worse.”

“I made your leg better, didn’t I?”

Once more, you found yourself trapped in his gaze. You worried maybe he would leave. For the first time since you met him you didn’t want to watch him walk away. 

But then again, maybe you never wanted to watch him walk away in the past either. Maybe that was why you continued to volley barbs back and forth in catering. Maybe that was why you would always try to get in the last word during your many verbal wars.

Zack walked back to your table, his eyes remaining on you. 

“Laying down? Sitting up? What should I do?” He asked. 

“Stay sitting.”

You approached him, rubbing your hands together to make sure they were warm when they made contact with the nape of his neck. Carefully, you massaged the area, feeling his shorter, bristly hairs move beneath your fingertips. You pressed your thumbs into the base of his skull and continued to exert a gentle amount of force on his head. 

Zack didn’t squirm or wince or mutter under his breath as you worked.

He sat perfectly still the entire time. 

“Feeling any better?”

You pulled away, giving him a chance to feel things out for himself. After tilting one ear to one shoulder and then the other ear to the other shoulder he gave a subtle nod. 

“You’re two for two.” He laughed, softly.

“I told you I’m good.”

Zack stood once more and made his way back to the door, walking slowly as though he hadn’t quite yet committed to the act of exiting.

“A ‘thank you’ would be nice.” You called, once again, a self-satisfied grin on your face.

“You’re impossible, aren’t you?” He sighed, turning back to you. 

“You really aren’t very polite.” 

Zack’s eyebrows shot into his forehead as he stared at you incredulously. “You want polite?”

“It’d be nice.”

“How about this? You’ve been very helpful, can I take you to dinner tomorrow as my way of saying ‘thank you’?”

A furious blush rushed over your skin, dyeing you a shade of crimson. You had simply wanted a bit of appreciation. You hadn’t expected such an offer.

“Do you want to take me to dinner because I helped you or because you like me?” You challenged.

Zack bit his lower lip, fighting the urge to fall back into old habits of saying something rude simply because it was easier.

“I want to take you out… because I like you.” He muttered slowly, as though each word caused him incredible pain.

You nodded and feigned a look of deliberation, pretending to weigh the options of either going to dinner with Zack or sitting alone in your home like you often did most nights. 

“Oh why not?” You shrugged. “But you have to try to be nice.”

Zack walked back towards you and you knew this would be the last time in this encounter. You wanted to savor his presence as he drew near, a look on his face you had never seen before. One that was warm and kind and curious and affectionate. 

His hand reached up to you, finding purchase in the space behind your jaw, just below your ear. He held you so gently you almost didn’t know if he was actually there. He leaned in so his breath was hot on your neck, the words spelling out against your skin. 

“I’d get a muscle cramp any day if it meant spending more time with you and your smug comments.” He murmured before pulling back. “How’s that for nice?”

With that, he turned away and walked into the hall, not stopping, until he was gone from your sight, leaving you and your cheeks burning. You tried to replay the events that had unfolded but found yourself incapable of piecing everything together. 

All you knew was that he had been there, on your table.  

That he had been there, next to you.

That he had been there, his fingertips pressing into your skin. 

And now he was gone. 

And when the next evening came, he took you to dinner and acted like the perfect gentleman. 

He pulled your chair out for you. He let you order first. He paid the check. 

And he kissed you goodnight.

And you knew that the next day at work would see more childish insults thrown at one another. But this time you were doing it with a smile on your face, knowing he’d be the one to walk you to your car at the end of the night. 

[heelwriting]

Right, darling?

Day/Prompt: Day 5 - "I'll be your date for the party if you don't have one yet"

Fandom/Character(s): NJPW / Wrestling / Zack Sabre Jr x F!Reader

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 785

Summary: Reader is invited to an office christmas party but gets unwanted questions of when she is going to have a family so Zack steps up as her date.

@12daysofchristmas

She had been roommates with Zack since they were in their late 20s, at first it was just an add searching for a roommate but eventually they became really good friends.

Since Zack wrestled all over the world sometimes it was months since they saw each other and she was in charge of paying the bills and feeding the cat, they had a stable friendship but for the most part they didn’t go outside together, they had separate groups of friends and since she wasn’t on the wrestling scene she didn’t want to get involved and Zack was very respectful in that regard.

After working for her office for many years and getting picked on for never bringing a date, she was talking to another friend who was over for dinner one night, Zack was supposed to be on his room but accidentally overheard them.

When her friend left Zack came out to watch a movie with her on the living room.

“Did you have fun?”

He asked.

“Sure, we left you some salad on the fridge if you want it”

“Thanks, I’ll leave it for tomorrow”

Zack started hugging a pillow from the couch, she was watching tv but she suddenly felt his eyes on her.

“I heard you have the annual Christmas party on Friday”

She paused the tv and looked at him while nodding.

“Yeah, I just want to get over with it”

"I'll be your date for the party if you don't have one yet"

“W-what?”

“Yeah, I know how much you hate those and if I can help you get through that night I’ll do it”

She was still too perplexed and trying to understand, he never intervened in that way so she didn’t get his change of heart.

“Are you sure?”

She asked with a confused look on her face that made Zack smile.

“Hey, why are you so surprised?”

“I don’t know, it’s not the kind of thing we do together usually”

She explained.

“Maybe it’s time for a change”

Zack said getting up.

“Just tell me the time we leave and I’ll be ready”

Zack left for his room but she was still weirded out by his offer, she wasn’t complaining but it was uncharacteristic of him to volunteer for a party. While in the other hand, Zack had heard her complaining about the people on her office getting on her nerves about getting married, especially her boss who was happily married and had 3 children.

Zack had a plan for the party but since he knew she wouldn’t like it he had to do it before she had the opportunity to back off.

The week passed by quickly and they finally went to the party, she walked close to Zack but not enough to be touching, she said hi to some of her coworkers, then she had to talk to her boss, she had told Zack to stay back but to her surprise he came after her a few seconds after she greeted her boss.

“And who is this handsome gentleman?”

Her boss asked watching as Zack put an arm around her shoulder.

“Well, he’s my…”

“Her husband, nice to meet you, she’s told me lots of good things about you over the years”

He put his hand out, the woman shook his hand but was very confused because of what he said.

“Ohh I thought you were single?”

Zack immediately intervened.

“Well I’m kind of in the public eye so we keep everything low key”

Zack paused talking to look at her with a warm smile.

“Right, darling?”

“Y-yes! That’s why I couldn’t talk about it”

The woman seemed pleased to hear she was actually married the whole time which as odd but it was better than the nagging she normally did, Zack had actually come to save her and she was grateful even if he didn’t tell her beforehand that he would lie.

“Well I’ll leave you two lovebirds to enjoy the rest of the night, I need to go back to my table, thanks for coming guys”

Her boss finally went away and she finally dropped her smile, she hit Zack in the chest.

“Ouch”

“Why did you do that?”

“I wanted to help”

He shrugged his shoulders, she had a hand over her face.

“You should have told me!”

He just laughed and she hit his arm this time.

“I knew you wouldn’t go with my idea, but see now no one will tell you anything because you have a hot husband”

She laughed with him.

“Thanks for doing this, I really owe you”

“Go get your husband some food and we’ll be even”

He winked at her.

“Right away, my dear”

[robinofgothamcity]

"if you are not too long, i will wait here for you all my life. “

♡ character: zack sabre jr

♡ pronouns used: she / her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / hiiii ik i haven't updated in a while i was just lazy but ig im back and employed now!! and i'm also wildly obsessed with zack sabre jr at the moment so heres a throwback to forbidden door. might be a bit short but its whatever.

"zack, ive done my time in japan, AEW seems like a great opportunity for me," you told him, seeing his face dropping and looking at the ground, "you knew i didn't have much time on my contract and i wasn't planning on staying."

zack sighed, not knowing what to respond with. he didn't want to sound selfish nor did he think you were in the wrong but he couldn't imagine a time where you weren't with him. the two of you came to japan together, spent each of your time working respectfully in Stardom and New Japan.

"i know but maybe i thought you'd stay if i asked," you smiled, sitting next to him and putting your head on his shoulder, "remember our pact? if neither of us were in relationships by the time we hit our mid thirties we'd just marry each other? i stand by that."

he laughed, shoving you playfully.

"you're no where near thirty but maybe i'll marry you the next time i see you."

this time it was your turn to laugh. you knew zack liked to joke around with you but sometimes it was hard to decipher if what he was saying was true or not, "please, like you haven't been eyeballing. i heard stories from maki," you replied, now getting up and stealing the jacket off of his chair, "but maybe i'll let you marry me the next time you come to the states. i guess we'll see."

giving him one final wink, you walked away and shut the door slowly. you could see zack's saddened face and a part of you wanted to go back and just hug him but you knew that if you lingered around any longer, the goodbye would get even harder.

“if you are not too long, i will wait here for you all my life."

you heard the mutter from zack and tried to contain your tears.

+

it had been three years since your departure from Stardom and you had been running around AEW since then. you had your fair share of feuds with britt, penelope, and nyla but currently, you were in a feud with rosa for the AEW women's belt.

you had secured a match for the forbidden door pay-per-view against rosa and while you were happy to fight against her on such a big stage, you had heard rumblings about who from New Japan was going to make their way to the states to wrestle your co-workers and one of the names going around was zack.

you talked to zack every now and again but it was nothing like how it was before. you hadn't heard from any of the girls in Stardom if zack was in a relationship but you couldn't say the same. you had been in a few relationships since departing from japan but none of them ever lasted.

the only one that lasted a bit longer than the rest was with maxwell jacob friedman but that was only because you joined the pinnacle when they formed which not only made you his girlfriend but his valet as well. during your time with max made many people wonder why you were even with him. one of those people was zack who was beyond shocked to see the way you acted with him. it wasn't anything like how you were in japan and frankly, it made his stomach stir each time you were visibly making out with max.

"guess what i heard," penelope said singing into your ear. you looked up from your latop in confusion, "zack is in building," your eyes widened in shock as you heard kip giggling behind her, "it's not funny to lie especially when i'm on next."

penelope shook her head, "i'm not lying! kip was speaking to him earlier. he's very interested in seeing you again." before you could respond, you felt rosa's arm go around your shoulder, "lets go! we're next."

you gave one final look to penelope who kept muttering that she wasn't lying. you knew penelope would never lie to you but you hadn't seen zack since you arrived got to the building which was a lot earlier than most did.

rosa went onto the ramp first getting heavy cheers from everyone as you cracked your neck in anticipation. the two of you weren't due to wrestle but more or less rough each other up. you were wearing you SPLX sweater, the exact same one you stole from zack, and blue jeans. it wasn't your most stylish outfit in comparison to rosa but you knew it would do the job.

"breath, maybe what penelope told you was just to mess around with you," you whispered as you heard your theme going off. you went out of the heel tunnel, a smirk plastered on your face, "oh fuck off you dickheads!" you yelled.

you walked slower than usual into the ring as you made sure to give rosa as much time as possible to get herself comfortable on her side of the ring. you blew one final kiss as rosa cut you off and immediately starting her promo.

you chewed your gum obnoxiously, something that would make matt menard proud. you knew this would be last time you'd face rosa before forbidden door and you had to perfect your promo more than ever.

"oh rosa, it's really embarrassing that you're standing her not being able to compete at the rate britt was when she had the title. you should consider handing the belt over to me now so you don't embarrass yourself on Sunday. you've never been against a submission master like myself before and it'd really suck to see you injured after our match so like i said i'm willing to take the belt off of you and we can call it even, alright?"

rosa laughed as she tossed the belt to the side.

"submission master? that's a funny name to call yourself considering the only person who's had that name is zack sabre jr himself and he's not here right now so how about you stop embarrassing him. we all know how happy he was when you left him and its even more embarrassing that you're walking around here in his clothes three years later!"

your eyes widened as you dove to attack her. you went for her legs immediately you put her in a submission hold making her cry out in agony. it wasn't until you heard a very familiar theme song go off through the speakers making you look up when you realized that the rumors were true.

the crowd went nuts as you stared at zack making his way through the heel tunnel. you stared at him not believing that this was the way he would make his AEW debut and not with bryan who you assumed would be the one he was going against.

you kicked rosa one final time as she rolled out of the ring. you stood in the middle of it and continued to stare down at him, disbelief written all over your face. zack made his way towards the ring, making sure to spew insults at the crowd before finally climbing in and standing in front of you.

everyone in the building went quiet as you felt your body jerk forward to hug zack. the entire crowd started to boo as you felt him laughing against you. you knew that zack wasn't exactly someone who would be hurt with this reaction but you could see that he was holding you tighter than usual.

zack finally pulled himself back and held your hand up as your theme went off. you wanted nothing more than to curse zack out for not telling you he'd be here but you knew you'd have more than enough time to do it backstage. he opened the ropes to help you out of the ring and as you gave one final middle finger to the crowd, zack stood behind you clapping proudly.

as the two of you reached the back, you immediately jumped on him and shoved your face in his shoulder, "you asshole, why didn't you tell me?" you screamed into it. zack patted your back, "had to make sure you still weren't with that dickhead maxwell before i reunited with you."

you could see penelope and kip watching you from afar as they muttered an, "i told you". you paid them no mind as you continued to hug zack, "i missed you so much," you whispered in his ear as you now let your tears fall freely. he could feel the wetness of the tears on his shirt as he hugged your closer.

once you finally pulled away, zack wiped the tears away before pulling you into a more secluded corner.

"i couldn't tell you because i was practically sworn to secrecy until i got into the building," he finally explained. you smiled at him weakly when you realized that he would only be here for about a week until he had to return to japan, "you're leaving after Sunday, aren't you?" you murmured sadly.

zack nodded as he grabbed your hand, "i don't want to but my contract isn't up with new japan yet. if i could stay here just to be with you, i'd do it in a heartbeat," he replied. you closed your eyes, not wanting to cry again but you knew that it was useless to grow closer to him again when he'd have to return just as quickly as he came.

"fuck, this forbidden door bullshit really screwed us up, didn't it?" you joked, wiping away your tears again. zack nodded as he realized that the gift he had in your pocket felt like it was burning him from the anticipation, "remember the last thing we told each other before you left?"

you remained confused for a few seconds until zack went down on one knee when you finally realized what he was speaking about. you saw him pull out a tiny silver ring from his pocket.

"i told you i'd marry you the next time i saw you so how about we go through with it? nothing is stopping us from running to some random officiant and getting married after this," your mouth fell from surprise but you nodded almost immediately, "lets do it," you whispered as he put the ring on your finger.

you went up for a steaming kiss with no intention of releasing him anytime soon. zack felt your fingers running through his hair and let you continue to kiss him until he was out of breath.

"maybe i'll have to ask for an excursion run here in amerca just to spend more time with you," zack whispered against your lips. you giggled, "or maybe i'll be the one to go to you. i know they're doing the princess of princess championship soon and i could see if i can contend for it."

zack's smile widened even more as he spun you around in excitement, "Well lets go mrs.sabre, we have a lot of things to do tonight," he said holding your hand and twirling the ring around your finger.

you nodded, giving him one final kiss on the lips before finding penelope. you knew you'd need a witness and possibly someone to vouch for you when the news inevitably got out that you married zack.

[44prxxf]

kosei fujita x zack sabre jr x chris brookes x ftm!reader | gone with the sin

minors dni [16+]

word count| 3,345

warnings| Consensual Non-Consent, Gun Play, Knife Play, Bondage, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Crying, Begging, Feminine Terms Used (Pussy, Cunt)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You smooth out your dress in the uber, Fujita is sitting next to you obviously nervous. You put your hand on his thigh and kiss his cheek, 

“It’s okay Fooj. It’s gonna go exactly how we talked about it and if you need to you remember our safeword right?” Kosei nods. “And what is it?”

“Bubblegum.” 

“Good boy, Fooj.” He blushes lightly as you kiss his cheek again. The uber stops in front of the restaurant you had picked out and Kosei gets out first before helping you out of the car. He shuts the car door and leads you inside the restaurant, he tells the host the name that the reservation is under and you take a minute to look around the restaurant, you spot Zack and Chris sitting in the back of the restaurant, eyes already set on you two. You shake your head and bring your focus back to Kosei, who leads you to the table towards the back of the restaurant. Kosei holds your chair out for you and you thank him before sitting down, he pushes you in before getting in his own chair. 

-

Your date with Kosei goes off without a hitch, you are walking hand in hand with him when someone comes up behind you, pressing a gun against your temple and the other person holds a gun to Kosei’s spine.

“You two look awfully lonely. Why don’t we keep you both some company?” You shudder at the familiar voice of  Zack. Chris grabs your arm and hides his gun in his jacket but presses it against your back. You glance at Kosei who has fear written across his face and he isn’t the only one. Chris leans down and growls at you and Kosei,

“Use those pretty little legs of yours and walk.” Out of fake fear you follow his directions, letting him lead you towards his place. You and Kosei stay quiet, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to your group. It doesn’t take long for you to be forced into Chris’s flat, Kosei and Zack not far behind you. You finally face the two men who had taken you, tears building in your eyes. 

“What are you going to do to us? Please don’t hurt us.” Kosei glances between you and Chris and Zack, unsure of how to continue. “I’ll do anything if you don’t hurt my boyfriend. Please.” Kosei notices how hard Chris is in his pants and he finally faces Zack, who still has the gun pointed at Kosei. 

“Please don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything.” You reach out your hand and gently squeeze Kosei’s hand. Zack steps towards you two, he grabs Kosei’s face and growls out.

“I’m not gonna hurt you baby, I’m just gonna have some fun with you.” Kosei freezes next to you and you squeeze his hand again, tears start to stream down his face.

“W-Wait I didn’t mean that.” 

“Don’t worry sweet boy.” Zack coos at him, “We’re not going there for a little bit. Isn’t that right, Chris?” Chris nods in agreement,

"You two look so pretty together, why not entertain us before we have our fun?” You gulp and glance at Kosei, both of you shaking your heads. Zack and Chris step toward you both, both of them putting the guns under your jaws, pressing them into your skin hard. “Oh pretty boys, you don’t have a choice. Now strip.” 

They step away from you, Kosei looks at you with wide eyes and you nod, there is no other way to get out of this then follow their orders. You carefully strip from your dress and kick off your heels, Chris takes a step toward you, pressing the barrel of the gun against your sides and dragging it down the curves of your body.

“Such a pretty body that you’ve been hiding from us. Can’t wait to get my hands on you.” You look to your left to see Zack jerking Kosei while Kosei sobs loudly, telling him to stop. Chris forces you to look away from them and forces you to the ground, he forces your legs apart and quickly ties your hands to your feet, you struggle as best you can but he cocks the gun and presses it against the back of your head. You whimper and go limp, letting Chris do whatever he wants to you. You can’t see what is happening but suddenly someone is behind you, their cock is forced into your pussy and you moan out. Kosei whispers out to you, 

“‘M so sorry.” Zack and Chris work quickly together to tie you and Kosei together. They step back to admire their work and Kosei shakes his head. 

“I won’t do it.” Zack cocks his gun and points it at Kosei, Kosei just shakes his head. 

“Since you don’t care about your own life, maybe you care about your boyfriend’s.” Zack says as he points the gun at you. You whimper loudly and Kosei immediately gives in. 

“F-fine.. Just don’t hurt him.” Zack chuckles and nods, uncocking his gun and waving it to silently tell Kosei to get on with it. Kosei hesitantly puts his hands on your hips and starts thrusting into you. Tears stream down your face as you try not to moan, 

“Please don’t do this to us. We’ve done nothing wrong, we’re innocent people.” 

“Barely fucking innocent.” Zack chuckles, “I can hear how wet your pussy is from here, sweet boy.” His words make you clench around Kosei’s cock, pulling him deeper in your cunt. “The two of you like this, your ‘innocent’ boyfriend got hard as I whispered to him that I was going to force him to fuck you. He got hard knowing two men with guns are going to force you two to become our sluts, isn’t that right pretty boy?” 

“N-No it’s not like that. I-I got hard cause he was touching me.” 

“Oh? You only got hard cause the man that is threatening you was touching your pathetic little dick, is that right?” Kosei lets out a loud sob and shakes his head, he leans down kissing your shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry, my love.” He whispers in your ear and you shudder. You hear the click of a camera and turn to look at Zack and Chris, Chris has a camera in his hand and a wide smirk on his face. 

“D-Don’t.” 

“You don’t want pictures taken love? We’re just commemorating your cute little date.” 

“It’s not-” 

“What, it's not a cute date between you and your boyfriend?” 

“Not anymore thanks to you two bastards.” 

“Oh look at that, the sweet little angel knows some bad words.” Zack cackles, “Maybe we should wash your mouth out, love?”

“I-I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.” You sob out. You are clawing at your feet, trying to ground yourself through the pleasure that Kosei is bringing you, the pleasure that Zack and Chris are bringing you. Your cunt clenches around Kosei’s cock hard, your mouth falls open with a loud moan and you cum hard. 

“Look at that angel, you came. It’s just like you and your boyfriend are making love.” 

“N-no it’s not.” You mutter out and Chris and Zack cackle while Chris takes more photos of the two of you. Your orgasm sets Kosei closer to the edge, you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, how his thrusts become sloppier. “Please untie us. Please.”

“Why should we, angel?” 

“I don’t want him to knock me up. We’re not ready for a kid.” You cry. Chris laughs and kneels down next to you, ruffling your hair. 

“If pretty boy doesn’t knock you up. I sure will, baby.” You can’t help but break a little and smile at Chris, the thought of him knocking you up is just too sweet. But you quickly get back into the scene, crying and begging the two men. 

“Please please please please please.” Meanwhile Kosei is humping you like a mutt in rut while whispering out soft apologies. Your cunt clenches around his cock again and he cums hard, filling you up with his seed. You let out a loud sob, “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I don’t want to get pregnant.” 

Zack and Chris force Kosei to stop moving inside of you and cut the ropes binding you together. Kosei is pulled away from you and you whimper as you cunt clenches around nothing, searching for something to fill it again. You both let out a sigh of relief thinking that it’s over but Zack chuckles as Chris smacks your ass, watching as Kosei’s cum spills from your cunt. 

“Don’t think we’re stopping just because you came. Now it’s our turn to have our fun with you.” Zack growls as he pulls Kosei toward, you can hear a loud whimper and try to turn to see what happened but your view is obstructed by Chris. Zack forces Kosei to the floor, keeping the gun pointed at him so he knows to follow Zack’s directions. Zack unzips his pants and spits on Kosei’s hole, rubbing his cock between Koser’s ass cheeks. Kosei whimpers,

“Please don’t do this. I… I’m still a virgin. I want my first time to be special. Please.” Zack cackles maniacally as he guides his cock into Kosei’s hole.

“Oh it’s going to be special pretty boy, I promise you that.” All Kosei can do is whimper and cry as Zack forces all of his cock into Kosei’s hole. Your attention is taken away from Zack and Kosei as Chris presses the barrel of the gun against your head and slips two of his fingers into your pussy. He moves his finger oh so slowly and you are half-tempted to beg him to go faster. 

“Oh you’re so wet pretty boy. Perfect for my fat cock. Gonna take me so good pretty boy.” You whimper and shake your head, hating that your pussy clenches around his fingers and his words. “Such a naughty fucking boy, getting wet when he has a gun pointed to his head.”

“It’s not like that, I don’t like this.” You stutter out, your cheeks bright red. Chris chuckles darkly, he pulls his fingers out of you and easily picks you and places you on the bed, still hogtied in doggy. 

“Then why are you fucking dripping?” He laughs as he takes a picture of you like this. “Oh sweet boy, if you're worried about taking my cock, I can prep you.” You let out a sigh of relief, thinking he is going to go back to fingering you but your worst fears are met when you feel the cold metal of the barrel of his gun sliding into your pussy. Your body shakes with sobs as you cry out for him not to hurt you. Kosei can’t keep his eyes off of you, he is completely entranced by the scene in front of him. Zack notices and cackles before picking up his own gun and shoving it against Kosei’s lips,

“Why don’t we shut you up, huh? Open wide.” And all Kosei can do is whimper and accept the gun, sucking on it like a dick as Zack roughly fucks him. You try and look back at Chris, begging him.

“Please I can take your cock, just don’t put the gun in me.”

“You don’t wanna take the gun? Maybe I should just blow your fucking brains out right now?” You whimper loudly, gulping down fear as it becomes hard to breathe. You manage to catch your breath and beg at Chris.

“No, wait. I’m sorry. Please, I'll do anything, please.” 

“Then take the gun like the good bitch I know you are.” You nod, biting down on your bottom lip to stifle your noises of pleasure as Chris forces the gun deeper into you. He is staring straight at your pussy, watching it as clenches around the barrel of his gun. “You’re pathetic. Dripping wet, I can see your pussy clenching down on my gun. You better fucking cum on it or I’m going to have to shoot this pretty little head of yours.”

You try not to let his words affect you, to not let them go to your pussy. But the head of the gun is abusing your g-spot and his words are just oh so hot. Your mouth falls open with a loud scream as you squirt around the gun. Your cheeks are painted bright red with a blush as you realize what you have done as you come down from your second orgasm of the night. Chris cackles maniacally as he pulls the gun from your pussy, watching as you try to chase after it, wanting the pleasure to continue. 

“Oh you don’t like my gun?” Chris mocks your words from earlier and you nod, “Yet you just squirted on it like a fucking slut.” 

“‘M not a slut.”

“Yea yea. Who’s the one that just came with a gun in their pussy? You did, love.” 

“I didn’t mean to.” You cry out, the tears that had started to dry are only added to as tears drip down your cheeks. Chris flips you over and throws the gun to the side and pulls a switchblade from his pocket. You gulp and don’t dare look at Chris but he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. He pulls a switchblade from his pocket and flicks it open. You look up at him with fear and watch as he strips with one hand, pointing the knife at you. 

“Gonna breed this little pussy. Gonna really make you mine.” You whimper loudly, trying not to buck your hips with his words. He pushes his cock into your pussy and you moan loudly, the stretch of his fat cock is almost too much for you and you almost cum again. You can’t help but break character, thrashing against the ropes to try and touch Chris, softly begging him to breed you. Tears of pleasure start streaming down your face as Chris starts to thrust into you. And Chris can tell that you have broken, that your tears aren’t of fear but of pleasure. 

“Chris, please I need it.” You beg softly as not to disturb the scene for Zack and Kosei. Chris immediately cuts your binds so you can hold him, he puts the knife to the side for now, just far enough away that you wouldn’t hurt yourself accidentally. “Breed me please, Chris. Please.” 

“Don’t worry baby, I will. I’m gonna put a baby in you tonight, I promise.” He responds just as softly and kisses your forehead. You cling to him, nails clawing at his back. As much as you want to focus on the scene, to make Kosei’s first time good, now that Chris is on top of you that's all you can think about. You can only think about how he is enveloping you, about how big his hands are on your waist, about how you are solely his. 

“Please please please Chris. I need you to cum in me.” He nods, kissing you with such love. A shrill moan pulls your attention away from Chris, you turn to see Zack balls deep in Kosei, who is crying and shaking with pleasure. Kosei looks up at you with such an innocent look in his eyes and your heart melts a little bit. You can see the drool puddle under Kosei’s mouth from how he’s been sucking on Zack’s gun. You moan at the scene in front of you, Zack is ruining your best friend and god it is the hottest thing you have ever seen. Suddenly there is a soft hand on your chin and turning your head back to Chris.

“Baby, look at me now, okay? Look at me.” Chris begs you, your pussy clenches around his cock. He rarely begged and when he did, you instantly became a mess. You arch into his chest, clawing at his back even more. 

“Fuck I need your baby.” 

“You’re gonna get it, love. I’m gonna fucking knock you up, I swear.” Chris’s voice is so soft, so loving. It makes your heart flutter and you hold Chris even tighter. “You’re gonna be so pretty with my baby.” His cock hits your g-spot head on and you let out a lewd moan. “You take me so well baby boy. You’re gonna make such a good daddy.” 

Chris rests his forehead on yours and looks at you with such love in his eyes which you return. You lean up and kiss his lips softly. The constant abuse to your g-spot has you close to another orgasm in minutes. You whine at him, telling him that you are close and he tightens his hold on your hips. His thrusts quicken as you cunt clenches around his cock. Soft plea’s stumble from your lips, sounding like a soft prayer.

“Gonna make your little belly swell with my baby.” Chris rubs your stomach lovingly as he speaks. Your mouth falls open with a loud moan as you cum around your lover’s cock. His cock pulses inside of you and you look him deep in the eyes, panting through your orgasm. 

"Put your kid in me, Chris. I need you to get me pregnant.” Chris moans at your words. His thrust get sloppy but you can tell that he is fucking you with the intent of breeding you. He continues rubbing your stomach, telling you that you are going to be such a good dad.

“There we go baby, watch as I put a baby in your stomach.” He groans out as rope after rope of cum spills into you. You whine at the feeling, sure Chris had bred you before but this is something different, this is something special. Tears start rolling down your cheeks, these aren’t out of fear or pleasure, these are happy tears. You are clinging to Chris, softly crying, putting your hand on top of his on your stomach. 

“Thank you baby. Thank you so much.” He looks up at you and wipes your tears away, softly kissing each of your cheeks. 

“No need to cry my love.” His voice is full of worry.

“No no, they’re happy tears. So so happy.” You kiss him, a wide smile playing on your lips. “You may have just put a little Brookes in me.” 

“I hope I did.” 

“We can keep trying until the test comes up positive.” You giggle out. Chris gives a few hard thrusts, fucking his cum deep into you, making sure it breaches your womb. Chris is looking at you with pure love and you are looking at him the same way. You cup his cheeks and pull him into a loving kiss, “Thank you my love. So so much.” 

“You’re welcome baby.” You and Chris are so caught up in your own world that you don’t notice that Zack and Kosei have finished their scene and are cuddling as they look at you. Kosei is completely entranced with the way that you and Chris are looking at each other, the way you act together, the love that you have for each other. Chris pulls out of you and rests his head on your chest while he rubs your stomach lovingly.  “I can’t wait to start a family with you. This time it took.” 

“You think so?” You ask excitedly.

“I hope so, sweet boy.” Chris smiles up at you. Kosei smiles at the two of you and quickly pulls Zack in for a soft kiss. Zack pulls Kosei closer, his lips ghosting over his lover’s. 

“What was that for, baby boy?” Zack asks softly as not to disturb you and Chris. 

“I love you.” Kosei smiles at the older man. Zack pecks his lips, whispering out an ‘I love you’ back. You call Zack and Kosei over to the bed, it would be big enough for all four of you to sleep on for one night and you wanted them off of the uncomfortable floor.

[mystic-story-lover]

~ Cowboy Like Me ~

Adam Page x Bria (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 744

Warnings: Swearing

Type: Angst

Summary: Hangman confronts his girlfriend about something Mox told him

A/N: Hope everyone enjoys!

(Gif Is Mine)

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“Bria, thank god we found you.” Kenny sighed, shaking his head, a frown present on his face.

“Is everything okay?” I questioned, suddenly filled with worry.

Usually, I’d be in the locker room that the Elite shared, but tonight I decided to give them space as they plotted their Anarchy In the Arena match. Personally, I loved matches like those, all the violence something that I loved taking part in. The guys however, weren't typically interested in matches such as these.

“Matt and I found Mox talking to your boyfriend.” Nick spoke, stepping from behind Kenny. It was clear all three were nervous to tell me anything, which only sent more worry throughout me.

“Okay, that’s nothing bad. They’re in a feud together.” I spoke, looking for the reaction to my words.

“Well, he looked pissed after their conversation ended.” Kenny stated, and he sharply turned his head when he heard a banging sound come from the catering door. “Speak of the devil.” He sighed.

Whatever Moxley said in their chat clearly had Hangman pissed, because he was fuming by the time he’d made his way to the table the three of us were at. A frown lay on his face, and a fire burned in his blue eyes. 

“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” I questioned, laying one hand palm up on the table, expecting him to lace his hand in mine.

“Did you have sex with Wheeler?” His question hit me like a ton of bricks, and I was in complete shock.

“What?” He shook his head at my question, only growing more irritated.

“Last night, did you have sex with him?” He asked again.

“No! I went out with Britt and Adam last night, and then came right back to the hotel when we were all done hanging out.” I yelled, throwing my hands up in defense. “Britt even walked me to the door, just to make sure I got in safe last night,”

Adam sighed, using one hand to rub his temples. I stood up, turning my back to him, not wanting to look at him. It hurt, in all honesty, thinking that my boyfriend didn’t trust me enough to know that I wouldn’t cheat. Kenny reached out, placing a hand on my shoulder, and I smiled at him, tears falling from my eyes. 

“Get your hand off my girlfriend man.” A low growl came from Adam, and I turned around, a scowl on my face.

“You don’t get to say things like that Adam, especially not after trusting me enough not to cheat on you.” I yelled, pushing past him, and storming out of catering. Instead of going to their locker room like we’d planned for that day, I went to Zack Sabre Jr.’s instead. We’d been friends since my time in Japan, and I knew that I could lean on him.

When I knocked on his door, I could hear shuffling and a hefty sigh as he opened the door. His blonde hair poked out from the slight crack in the door, and he lifted his head.

“Bollocks, isn’t it love?” I nodded, the tears staining my cheeks. 

“He thought I cheated on him, Zack. How could he accuse me of that?” I sobbed, and he pulled me into his chest, hugging me tightly.

We spent the better part of thirty minutes in his locker room, mostly just talking about random things. He’d spent the better part of ten minutes telling me about everything going on in Japan, and I listened intently. The things we discussed took my mind off things, and caused me to laugh, something I needed after the things that went down in catering. I wasn’t surprised if anyone caught the scene, but I didn’t even care at the moment. A knock on the door brought us out of our conversation though. I went to the door, and opened it, surprised to see Adam.

“Baby, hey, I’ve been looking all over for you. I’m so happy to see you.” Adam sighed, dragging a hand down his face. 

“Adam, I don’t want to see you right now, or ever, actually.” I whispered. “You really hurt me.”

“I’m sorry, baby, I am.” Adam spoke, reaching out for me, but I took a step back.

“We’re over Adam, I mean it. I can’t handle you not trusting me.” I sigh. “Not after what happened before.” 

“This isn’t before Bria!” He yelled. “Can’t you trust me?” 

“No, Adam, I can’t.”

[anerdysouthernbelle]

Zack|Stay|Sabre Jr.

https://open.spotify.com/track/0jn2XqaHliEpWd04ZykIHy

OC x Zack Sabre Jr.

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Warnings: angst, lots of angst, mentions of cheating

Word count: 900

“Baby, why don’t you stay?”

(this was the only normal gif I could find of him cause the rest of them, he was either an asshole or it was pretty fucking gay cause boy’s got a shitton of chemistry with everyone, if you catch my drift 😏😏)

“Please don’t go,” she begged him.

“I have to,” Zack told her.

“No you don’t. You don’t have to go to her. You can stay with me. You said you’d stay with me this time.”

“I can’t. Not tonight. But just remember this - you’re still first for me,” he told her as he walked out.

It doesn’t feel like it, she thought as she watched him leave yet again. She laid down on the bed and covered her face as she began to cry. She hated crying, especially over him. She also hated how frequently it happened now - he’d spend time with her, get a text, then he was gone again. She also hated how it made her feel - like she was crazy. She hated herself for it because she knew he’d come back sooner or later. She knew he had to leave for his job but it almost always for someone else and she hated feeling like she was holding him back.

She always tried to drown out her warring emotions and it never worked. The worst part was after he left. The sinking loneliness she always felt inside her actually physically pained her, almost as if her heart was threatening to break apart inside her chest. It was always the same thoughts turning over and over in her mind: was she doing something wrong? Was she not enough for him? Was she not good enough or sexy enough or anything for him?

  He always told her that this was temporary; that one day they’d be together for good. Some days she believed that because it was the only thing that would keep her going while he was gone.

 She wanted nothing more than for Zack to stay with her and her only but she knew that couldn’t happen because if it wasn’t the current woman he was with, it would be someone else. It would always, always be someone else, whether it was a coworker of his or an adoring fan. Someone else to make her feel jealous and crazy. Someone else to make her angry with him every time he told her he had to go. Someone else to make her feel like her heart was breaking. Someone else to make her feel like he was stabbing her in the back.

  She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn’t be feeling this way and that he shouldn’t be worth it because he was going to be the one to finally break her heart completely, but she let him do it anyways. She let him go every time and she hated herself for it. She always told him she didn’t share because she was selfish and he laughed because to him, her selfishness was one of her little quirks that he adored. But her selfishness wasn’t a silly quirk to laugh at and think it was cute, she knew if she wasn’t, then she’d get walked on and over.

So she waited. Waited for him to come back to her because that’s what she did - she waited, even though it hurt. She took the pain and pushed it down because she couldn’t let him see how much he was hurting her. Maybe he knew but he never did anything about it except apologize and tell her how much she meant to him and be with her until it was time to go again.

One day, she couldn’t take it anymore. Zack had gotten another text. He told her that he had to go and quickly packed his bags to leave yet again. That’s when she told him this:

“Why don’t you stay?”

“I can’t. I have to go.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She sat straight up and took a deep breath, steeling herself. She looked into his eyes and realized what she had to do now.

“What do you mean?” he asked her.

“I mean, why don’t you stay? With her.”

“It’s only for a little while, darling. I’ll be back, you know this.”

“No. Not anymore. Stay with her. Forever. Until you get bored. I’m not doing this anymore. I can’t. I can’t wait around for you anymore. I can’t share you with her or anyone else anymore.”

“What are you saying, babe?” Zack wanted to know, his brown eyes searching hers, trying to find answers.

“I’m saying… once you leave tonight, don’t bother coming back. At all. I can’t keep putting myself through this with you or anyone else. I’m tired. I’m tired of feeling this way. I’m tired of feeling like I’m the psycho, clingy woman.”

“You’re not. I told you that what you’re feeling is okay. It’s normal. I’m sorry I’m hurting you. Please.”

“You always said you’d hurt me. You’ve done it - one too many times. And I’m done. I’m done being hurt by you. I’ve given you the best of me, but she gets the best of you. So I’m done.”

“Don’t do this,” Zack whispered, his voice cracking a little. She shook her head.

“Just go. Please,” she told him with finality in her voice. He dropped his head as he sighed.

“Okay. I’ll go. If that’s what you really want,” he told her.

“It is.”

He turned around to leave, but before he left, he told her,

“I never meant to hurt you like that. And I’m truly sorry.”

“Goodbye.”

He left and she let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding. She took another deep breath and suddenly, she felt better almost - like a weight had been lifted off her heart. When she went to bed that night, she didn’t cry or feel any of the usual emotions she had always felt when he left. She felt better than she ever had in awhile.

[domesticblisss]

Comerte Entera

Jay White x Female Reader Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1155 Warnings: Fluff? Enemies to lovers, sexual innuendos, the beginning of smut. Summary: Jay hates the new backstage event coordinator and she hates him back. Inspired by C-Tangana’s song, “Comerte Entera” A/N: Was listening to this today and the first thing that came to mind was enemies to lovers with Jay. Despite the title being in spanish, the story is written in english! (there will be a bit of spanish and portuguese in the mix because of the lyrics.) Also, maybe y’all should listen to the song while y’all read it.

Entera, comerte entera

Comerte—

He met her when he came back to Japan for his full time run. She was a new addition to the administrative personnel that took care and made sure that the shows ran smoothly. Coordinating the team, she took care of the schedules, making sure the talent cut their promo on time and not extending it so it wouldn’t ruin the slot for the next wrestler. It was also under her wing the maintenance of the media room, where the camera people should be positioned, where the wrestlers should cut their promos, if there’s enough water for them or if the air conditioning was comfortable enough for not to cause a heat shock for those who just got back from their matches. 

 No puedo más que pensar

En tu forma de hablar

Roneando, mmm

She was known for having a strong personality, even thought she was friendly and almost a mother to those who worked under her, she was a completely different person when it came to the wrestlers, specially the gaijins. Jay would be amused watching from afar how she handled Finlay and Juice when they decided to act up, he won’t even get started on how he felt when he saw how done she always was with Ospreay and his girlfriend, the only gaijin she was actually friends with was Zack Sabre Jr. 

She was a mystery to most, a mystery Jay would love to solve.

No puedo más que pensar

En tu culo al pasar

Rebotando

All of that curiosity came to a stop when her feisty personality made its way to him. It began when he started to demand that chairs were laid out for him during his segments and she even went out of her way to explain, calmly, to him that she couldn’t have one in front of the camera. 

He took it to heart, and every single week he would make a show about it, about how he wanted his goddamned chair, and she would always tell him “Jay, we run on a schedule, I can’t put on a chair for you and take it off as you please. You know it’s ‘come, say your piece and go’.”

Things got really bad when he decided to grab one poor camera woman and bring her in front of the cameras to demand the fucking chair. She waited for him to end his show, gave him enough time to leave the room and went after him. She doesn’t know what possessed her, but next thing she knew, she had grabbed Jay by his forearm and slammed him against a wall, got on his face and “If you ever touch another person of my crew again, I will end you. I don’t care who you are, I don’t care if you are the top guy in this company or that I’m getting fired for this, but I will end you.” all Jay did was give her one of his signature “full of himself” smirk as she left. 

“I told you not to mess with her.” Gedo shook his head and left Jay thinking. 

Y en tu forma de atarte el pelo con una cola, para atrás

Quiero agarrarte, no aguanto más sin

Jay wouldn’t admit, but all he had on his mind that week was the way she grabbed his arm, the way she slammed him against the wall and the way her nose almost touched his lips. 

She wouldn’t admit, but all she had on her mind that week was the way Jay cradled the camera woman’s neck on his hands, the way he squeezed her cheeks and the stupid smirk he gave her after she exploded with him. 

Comerte entera (Ey)

Comerte entera (Ey)

Comerte entera (Ey)

Comerte entera (Ey)

On the following weeks, Jay slowed down a bit, still made his chair demands and would make a snarky comment or two towards her when she was nearby, but nothing that disrupted her peace. 

That was until the fateful day where he thought, for some reason, that Yujiro and the Bullet Club were conspiring against him to take his win on the Jay-1. He did what he did best: started screaming around, grabbing chairs out of one of the crew members hand and threw them around, almost hurting a few passers-by. Gedo had to intervene to calm him down, telling him nothing was happening, that no one was turning against him and that he was going to talk to Yuji.

Once again, she waited for them to leave, giving them a few minutes and went after the two men. She found jay by himself, crouched by the door of his locker room. She walked slowly to him, stopping in front of him before speaking. 

“What is wrong with you?”

He looked up to her and laughed, the same laugh he always gave when he was about to lose it.

Essa mina é um perigo (Ey)

É um perigo (Ey)

Essa mina é um perigo (Ey)

É um perigo (Ey)

“What did I tell you the last time you touched one of my friends? What do you want, Jay?”

He propped himself on his two feet in one quick move, opened his locker room door and pulled her him. He was quicker than she could process, and next thing she knows, she is pressed against the door, its knob pressing tight against her back and Jay’s body pressed even tighter against hers, his beard scratching the skin of her face, his lips furiously pulling hers in. She protested a bit before giving in. 

Soon his lips made their way down her neck, leaving wet trails on their path, biting her, marking her, making her moan. She could feel how hard he was and mixed with how rough his touches were, it was driving her insane. She got back to her sane state of mind when she felt one of his hands getting inside her bra and pinching one of her nipples.

“I can’t do this.” she said, pushing him away. 

“I knew you would back out. Fucking weak.”

She slapped him. “I can’t do this right now, you dumb fuck. I still have four segments to film, and I have to wrap up everything.” Trying to get it together, she tied her hair up and smoothed her clothes down. 

Jay gave her a sheepish smile, his cheeks blushing. “Oh, ok. I’m sorry. I’m at the Hilton too, room 1206. Meet me there?” he asked her, shyly, looking like a completely different person. 

“Yeah, two hours top.” 

She was about to open the door when he grabbed her again, held her by the hair and slammed their lips together once more. This time the kiss was slower, both of them making sure to cherish it. Jay finally let her go, smoothing her hair before she opened the door. 

“Bye.”

“Bye, see ya in a few.” she winked. 

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rush

Zack Sabre Jr. x Reader

content warning: a pub is referenced as is a drink but that is the only thing aside from that it's straight fluff

summary: they say that distance makes the heart grow fonder

a/n: this is the first fresh zsj fic i've posted in months and months (everything else was backlogged) and the first fic i've written in months and months. i hope you all enjoy!

i.

“You don’t need to rush.” He laughed.

“I’m not rushing.” 

“You’re going fifteen over the speed limit.” He said with a smirk.

You looked at the odometer and realized you were in fact going fifteen over the speed limit and Zack was gripping the handle over the door with white knuckles. Carefully, you tapped the brakes, bringing the car back to a reasonable speed.

“That’s more like it.” He said, lessening his grip just barely. “Slightly less deadly.”

Your face flushed as you watched his smile grow. You tried taking deep breaths and you tried focusing on the road but nothing could distract you from the way his body next to yours in the car made you feel. His hand gripped the middle console and you wished with all your being that maybe he’d trade the leather clad installation for your thigh. Perhaps that’d be more comforting to him anyways.

“I just want to get you to the airport on time.”

“I have over two hours. I don’t think security will be that heinous.”

“You never know.” You shrugged, trying to act casual.

It didn’t take much longer for your car to arrive at the intricate weaving that was the airport. You slowed down considerably more and tried your best to read the signs as they came. Arrivals or departures? Departures. Did you want AerLingus and JetBlue or Delta? You turned in the right direction, almost sideswiping the car on your right. 

Zack gasped but tried to maintain a calm demeanor. It was your first time driving him and he knew how seriously you were taking the task.

If he missed his flight he missed his booking. And if he missed his booking he would certainly hold it against you, you thought. And you didn’t want that.

When you approached the drop off area you put the car in park and opened your door.

“You don’t need to help me.” He laughed.

“I just want to make sure you get everything out of my trunk.” You responded.

So you pulled his suitcase from your hatch and handed them to him as he loaded the luggage onto the sidewalk. His hand touched yours as you passed one handle to him and then the next. After his suitcase came his carry-on and his personal duffel. His fingers grazed yours with every single pass.

And you tried to contain the shiver in your spine.

But, god, it was difficult.

You finished unloading everything and he hugged you tightly.

“I’ll see you when you come bacK?” You asked, as he pulled away, his hand remaining on the small of your back.

“You’re my ride, yeah?” He responded.

“Of course.” You nodded.

You’d taken a day from work just to ensure you’d be around for him.

“Well, until then.” He smiled.

You wanted to be pulled in by his strong arms just one last time. Instead, he squeezed your shoulder and started towards the entry to the airport.

He had to tag his bags. He had to check them. He had to check in for his flight.

You were last of mind.

ii.

The conversation started simply. 

Zack sent a picture of a statue and you smiled. 

“Thought this might be something you liked.” The text read. 

Then another picture came through. This time the image was a box of intricately decorated chocolate confections. 

“Want me to bring you back some?” He asked in his next text.

“Absolutely.” You responded.

You shut your phone and moved about your business, assuming that was where the conversation would be left. But, before long, you heard vibrations and saw someone had begun to call you. 

Zack’s beaming face sparkled on the screen, his contact image being a picture from the first time you had hung out one on one. He had put his arm around your waist and insisted you take a picture together to send to your other friends. You had hid your face in his chest and he laughed. 

It was still your favorite picture.

“Hello?” You asked.

“Hey!” His chipper voice responded.

“What’s up? How’s the tour?”

You tried to busy your hands that shook in the wake of excitement. He had called you. He had wanted to speak to you.

It means nothing, you tried to tell yourself. He’s just bored.

“It’s good. A bit dull.” He said. “How’s home?”

“It’s good. A bit dull.” You repeated his words, earning a laugh.

You heard a quiet beep and the sound of a door handle turning and realized he must be returning to his hotel room. Gentle shuffling followed as Zack unloaded the bags from his time exploring the new city onto the wardrobe. It was silent but you didn’t need words - you were more than happy to listen to the ambient noises of your friend settling in for the night after a long day out and about.

“Any big matches coming up?” You asked.

He was silent for a moment and you couldn’t quite understand why but you didn’t think too hard about it.

“Nah.” He sighed. “Just multi-man warm up type matches now.”

You frowned. “Mm, I’m sorry.”

“No worries.” You could tell his phone was pressed between his shoulder and his ear as he moved about. “I’m having fun.”

“More fun than you’d have at home?” You asked.

You were teasing but a part of you hoped he’d say “no”.

“Hmm.” He deliberated. “Let’s see. I could spend time exploring new cities and seeing new things and eating new food or I could explore the same old city, see the same old things, eat the same old food.”

You nodded, having expected a response of that caliber. You couldn’t be mad.

“But,” He started again, catching you off guard. “Home does have you, after all.”

Your face flushed and you were thankful there was a phone screen and a few thousand miles separating the two of you. The last thing you needed Zack to know was that his words got you flustered. 

“So, I guess maybe being home would be better.” He continued, suddenly making you starkly aware of the fact that you’d been silent for far too long. “As long as I’m not in a car with you.”

“Well you’ll be home in a few weeks.” You offered with a laugh, kicking yourself for not having anything better to put into the conversation.

“‘Spose I will be.” He said with a heavy exhale. After some more prolonged shuffling he spoke again. “And you’ll still be there.”

“Waiting for you.” You smiled, trying hard to mask the overwhelming fondness you were feeling. “And we can explore the same old city, see the same old things, and eat the same old food.”

“Speaking of food, are you taking your lunch now?” Zack asked, abruptly switching tones leaving you to feel slightly jarred.

“Haven’t yet.” You shook your head, regaining your composure. “It’s been busy.”

“Take your lunch.” He pressed. “The shop can survive without you for a little bit.”

“I have to -”

“You don’t have to do anything. You need to eat.” He said, more forcefully this time. “Don’t make me come all the way back from Japan just to make sure you take care of yourself.”

“Alright, alright.” You relented. “I’ll take my lunch when you hang up.”

“That’s not fair.” 

His words confused you, causing your eyebrow to arch as you walked to turn the sign on the door to “Closed”. 

“Why’s that not fair?” You asked.

“Because I intended to talk to you for a bit longer.”

“Guess you’ll have to save your words for another day.” You shrugged, fully aware Zack couldn’t see the physical action through the phone.

He smiled and you could hear it in his words. “Guess I will.”

“I’ll text you while I eat.” You promised.

“Don’t let me bother you.” 

“I want to talk to you, Zack.” You responded.

A small laugh slipped through the receiver. “That’s good.”

“That’s good?” You asked, once again unsure of what his words meant.

“Yeah.”

“Why’s that good?” 

“Because.” He started and you feared he’d stop there. You were thankful when he began speaking again. “I want to talk to you too.”

As you tried to find a sentence that was an appropriate mix of friendly and flirty in the mess that was your brain, his voice broke your concentration, trickling slow as honey through the receiver.

“I miss you.”

Had you started your lunch prior to this call you likely would’ve choked at the surprise of his words. Blush crept up your cheeks and you began to feel silly, the elation that came with what felt like a schoolyard crush filling your heart.

“Alright, go get yourself food.” He chirped as though his previous words had held no wait. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Talk to you tomorrow.” You nodded.

When you hung up the silence felt too silent. The absence of Zack’s voice against your ear made you feel as though you were missing something vital. An emptiness followed the dial tone.

You shook your head, trying to dislodge the dull ache of loneliness from your chest. It was meaningless.

However, five thousand miles away, as Zack picked at the leftovers from his lunch he felt that same exact dull ache. 

And he couldn’t place why.

iii.

You sat in the cell phone lot waiting. 

You felt your nerves multiplying. Zack had been texting you the entire plane ride but it had only just hit you that he was coming home. It had been a long month without him and you were worried that the Zack you had been speaking to on the phone might be different from the Zack that would be sitting next to you in your car.

“I’m excited to see you tomorrow!” He had said over the phone the night before.

“I’m excited to see you too.” You had responded.

“I’ve been wishing you were here.” He had murmured, almost as though he were self conscious of his words.

You still hadn’t recovered from that comment.

Your phone vibrated and a text from Zack saying he had gotten to baggage claim lit up your phone. That was your cue to put your car in drive and start making your way to the pick up lane. 

It may have only taken ten minutes to get from point A to point B but it felt like hours. With every rotation of your car’s tires you wondered if Zack would be the Zack you had known prior to dropping him off at the airport or if he’d be the Zack you’d been introduced to in his absence. You wondered if he remembered all of the words he had said over the phone or if he’d forget them the moment his suitcase was in your trunk.

When you saw him you couldn’t help but accept the beaming smile that unfurled across your face. You were thankful when he mirrored you, his cheeks blooming fondly.

You put the car in park and hopped out of the driver’s side, pulling the latch to pop open the trunk. As you reached for his suitcase his hand caught yours.

“C’mere.” He murmured, pulling you tight to his chest. 

You hardly knew how to react but you certainly had no complaints as you reciprocated the affection.

“Been a month since I last saw my best mate.” He said, his cheek pressed to the crown of your head. “Think a quick hug is in order.”

Best mate. The words rang out in your head as you forced a small laugh trying to not appear as heartbroken as you were beginning to feel.

He released you with a small exhale. Before you could reach for his suitcase once more he waved you back, signaling he could handle it himself.

“Don’t worry about this. Go get warm and I’ll be there in a second.” He said, gesturing to the interior of the car.

“You sure?” You asked.

“Yeah. No need for both of us to freeze to death.” He carefully maneuvered the suitcase into the trunk. “Don’t want you catching a cold or something.”

His words hit you as though they were an afterthought as you made your way back to the driver’s seat. You could’ve missed them if you weren’t listening close enough. A spark of hope lit up in your chest as you thought perhaps the comment was more than just a courteous gesture. 

Within minutes the trunk slammed shut and Zack hopped into the passenger seat, shivering for dramatic effect.

“It’s abysmal out there.” He commented as he dropped his carry on at his feet and pulled his seatbelt on.

“You say that like you’re surprised.” You laughed.

As you pulled away from the curb you could feel Zack’s gaze zero in on you and you expected some sort of smart ass remark in response. But, once you were comfortably on the road and headed away from the arrivals, you could see from the corner of your eye that he was simply smiling. The moment was fleeting as he turned to face the windshield, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. You had hoped it might last forever.

“I’m dropping you at yours. Right?” You asked.

“Mhm.”

“I’ll have to get some gas.” You noted.

“No worries.”

You looked over to Zack, hoping to catch his eye. He was transfixed, however, by his own hands as they kneaded and picked at each other. His eyes darted to his carry-on, sitting at his feet and seemed to zone out. At first you thought he was tired. He was fresh from a long flight and a big timezone shift. It made sense if he was not in the mood to make small talk. But then, as he looked back to his hands a realization dawned upon you.

He was anxious.

You took a hand off the wheel and squeezed his bicep, garnering his attention.

“You okay?” You asked. “I promise to drive more carefully than I did when I dropped you off.”

You thought he might laugh at the comment or perhaps make fun of you but instead he offered a tight-lipped smile that could very nearly be confused for a grimace.

“Yeah, no. I’m fine.” He shook his head. 

“You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about me.” He tacked a half hearted laugh at the end of his words, causing you more concern.

You shrugged and brought your hand from his arm back to the wheel. The drive was quiet as Zack opened the carry-on and fiddled with a bag while you kept your eye open for a service station. You turned the radio on but even that couldn’t assuage the tension.

“I’m gonna pull in here.” You pointed to a rest stop. “It’ll be quick.”

Zack remained silent as you pulled the car up to a gas pump. You parked and took the keys out of the ignition, offering one final glance towards the man sitting beside you. When he kept his eyes trained on his window you opened the door and re-entered the chilly outside world.

You could feel your head spinning as you unscrewed the gas cap and selected your grade of gasoline. He was never normally this quiet. He always had something to say and, while you didn’t always welcome every word that came out of his mouth, you were sorely beginning to miss the talkative person you had called every night while he was away.

You watched the price on the screen slowly go up. You wondered if he regretted everything he had said during his time away and was now trying to find a way to return to the platonic standard you were both used to. The thought alone caused your heart to ache. It was becoming more and more clear that you had potentially fallen head over heels for someone that was very clearly not on the same page as you.

You let your mind wander to the tune of gas pouring into your tank. You didn’t hear the passenger side door open and close. You didn’t hear Zack as he came around to your side of the car.

“Christ!” You gasped as he appeared next to you. “What’re you doing? Go back-”

“I got you something.” He blurted, not allowing you to finish your sentence.

His eyes were wide like a deer in the headlights. You couldn’t look away from him. You didn’t want to look away from him.

The gas pump clicked as the tank filled up, peeling your attention back, if only for a second. You placed the nozzle in its holster and declined a receipt.

Zack didn’t move. When you turned to face him you noticed his hand outstretched to you. In it sat an unassuming brown jewelry box, a small, dark green ribbon tied in a bow around it. This was not the box of chocolates he said he’d bring back. This was not something you had ever expected to receive - especially not from him.

Your heart began to pick up pace as you took the box from him, offering a brief, confused glance up to his still terrified face.

“I just - I thought of you when I saw it.” He started.

You pulled the ribbon slowly, no longer aware of the cars as they came and went, speeding back onto the highway. The lid of the box took a small amount of effort to remove but it came off. Zack stuck his hand out, offering to hold it for you while you peeled away a tiny rectangle of cottony gauze.

Your heart started slamming against your chest.

In the tiny, unassuming box sat a thin gold bracelet adorned with a matching golden sun charm. It was delicate and you worried if you dropped it you may never find it again. With the most care you could possibly offer a piece of jewelry you lifted it up and held it from your fingers.

“If you don’t like it that’s okay.” Zack continued. “I just saw it and I thought it was something you might want and I wanted to - after all of our conversations while I was gone I just wanted to-”

You held your hand out, palm facing the ground, silencing the stuttering man. You then held the bracelet up to him in your other hand. He stared at you with his head slightly tilted. 

“Put it on me.” You smiled.

The fear in Zack’s eyes quickly melted to reveal a warm grin. You could feel the anxiety rolling off his back and disappearing into the earth as he took the bracelet from you and clasped it around your wrist. His hand lingered on your skin as he admired how it looked on you, his thumb rubbing small circles against your forearm.

“You really like it?” He asked. “Because I don’t want you taking the piss or making a joke about this. If you’re fucking with me just tell me now.”

Laughter escaped from deep within you, quickly causing Zack to glare at you.

“You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” He muttered, a slight sneer on his face.

With a deep inhale you managed to pull yourself together. 

“No. No.” You shook your head fervently. “I swear I love it. I really do.”

“I don’t believe you.” He said, beginning to walk away, back to his side of the car. “You’re a pain in the-”

Before he could finish his insult or walk too far, you reached out for his arm and pulled him back to you. You hadn’t planned your next move as he stood, his chest nearly aligned with yours, so you did the one thing your brain had been dying to do for the last month.

You reached up and pulled his head down and quickly pressed your lips to his. He hesitated for an agonizingly long second. He had only ever thought this was possible in his dreams and a fear ignited in him that perhaps he was, in fact, asleep. You worried you had overstepped and wondered when it was right to break away but you waited one last moment.

And then he reciprocated the kiss. And it was full of need and want and love. And you smiled against his face.

When you pulled back you looked up at him.

“I love it.” You murmured, clouds of your breath getting carried away with the wind. “Swear.”

His eyes studied you, a satisfied look twinkling in his eyes. 

“Your hand smells like gasoline.” He responded, his eyes looking at your hand that was currently cupping his cheek.

“You’re the worst.” You said, trying to contain the grin that was threatening to break across your lips.

“I don’t think you mean that.” He chimed, his nose brushing yours.

“I don’t.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you took a step backwards.

“Get back in the car. You’re gonna get sick if you stay out here.” He noted, gesturing indiscriminately to the weather.

You shook your head but followed his orders, getting back in the car with every intention of cranking the heat up. Zack sat beside you, still smiling from ear to ear.

“So, I’m dropping you off at your place now?” You asked.

Zack appeared to consider the question before pursing his lips. “Maybe we could get a bite to eat first.”

“I could eat.” You nodded.

“I think we might have some catching up to do.” He said, resolutely. “And anyways, my flat isn’t really the best place to have a first date.”

As though it were the pin in the grenade a hot blush rushed across your face and you didn’t bother hiding it. Instead, you shifted into drive and began rolling back towards the highway.

“I’ve seen that place. It’s definitely not first date material.” You joked.

“No. It’s not.” He agreed. “But the pub around the corner might be.”

So you drove and parked outside of the pub. You ate subpar, greasy food and laughed over a drink and watched the game playing on the television. And Zack ran a thumb over your brand new bracelet and then took your hand in his, winding his fingers between yours. 

And he kissed you once more. Slowly, this time.

There was no need to rush.

[bestboysltd-blog]

Angel Eyes. Zack Sabre Jr X Reader

                                               There’ something about you,                                                                                    I can not explain                                                                                                      I just wanna know you                                                                                              I just wanna know your name

I had been dragged down to this wrestling show by my father. I think the name of the promotion was Progress. The matches I had seen so far were of the top calibre. Then this man, he looked like a god, came out from behind the curtain. Getting, without a doubt, the biggest reaction of all of the night. The audience on their feet shouting and screaming for him. This mysterious man had the Union Jack emblazoned on the back of his jacket. He must be British was my first thought of him. I had a sudden feeling in my stomach that indicated something...peculiar. Had I just met my soulmate and I didn’t even know? I had no conception of what his name was and if he was single, married or if he even like girls. Chants began. Zack Sabre Jr. That was his name. The name sounded oddly familiar and I had no clue where I had heard it before. Surely if we had met in passing I wouldn’t remember his name this vividly. But all I knew was...I was in love. However, I didn’t have time to swoon over my new found love as I was hit directly in the face with a crisp elbow. 

I woke up to find myself staring at a bright light with someone grip tightly on my hand. It was him. It was Zack Sabre Jr. That brief moment was when it hit me. This was my best mate from Kent, Zack. Emo hair. “Bendy boy!” I screamed at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Bendy...I can’t believe it’s you.” Zack chuckled and hugged my frail body.”Yes (Y/N) it’s me!” He smiled. “Now as a way to say sorry how about I take you out to a vegan restaurant? A date of sorts.” I nodded and kissed his cheek resting my head in the crook of his neck. “I’d love that.” I beamed brightly up at him. It finally happened.

[wwefluffandstuff]

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Adam Cole

Adam Cole X Reader - I Guess

Baron Corbin

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Braun Strowman 

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Finn Balor 

Finn Balor X Reader - 15 Years Later

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Kenny Omega

Kenny Omega X Reader - You’re Such A Dork

Mojo Rawley

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Pete Dunne X Reader - Any Chance I Can Get You To Stop Staring At Me? 

Pete Dunne X Reader - Any Chance I Can Get You To Stop Staring At Me? Part 2

Pete Dunne X Reader - Marry Her

Pete Dunne X Reader - Perfect 

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Randy Orton

Randy Orton X Reader - In The End

Roman Reigns

Roman Reigns X Reader - Reassurance

Sami Zayn 

Sami Zayn X Reader - I’ll Always Worry 

Sheamus 

Sheamus  X Reader - Frustration 

Tyler Bate

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i’m finally back into writing and the two things i’m working on are:

ftm!reader x alex coughlin x dave finlay (and they called it puppy love)

and

ftm!reader x kosei fujita x zack sabre jr x chris brookes (i don’t have a title for this one yet)

god these are gonna be long